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mother daughter poem

by the rude bridge
have you not heard
desolate and lone
high-born race
sadly speaking
i hold your heart
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i am a woman
a pen of steel
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
be in me as the eternal moods
afraid no more, i say

 



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